syncopated.

dreams

i dreamt this last night.

3 astronauts (me being one of them) go into outer space in some sort of space shuttle, to some planet. there are lush rainforests, and we take many photos of the life that is there. for some reason, there were creatures like birds, insects, but there were also wierd things that i can't really describe accurately.

on the descent back to earth, there was some malfunction in the shuttle, and we crashed into the sea in the classic ball of fire.

from here the dream changed into the 3rd person perspective, and the speaker commented on how some very important evidence of life in outer space was lost. something like that. i just remember feeling that something very important (other than my life) had been lost.

ominous.

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave,
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love wins
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just lonely, lonely...
Just lonely, lonely...

remembering discussing dreams with chinnie and kwong. chin was feeling all distraught after being shocked by so many dreams of people dying horrible deaths. "i was looking from above as this other guy shot me in the head." perhaps you shouldn't drink so much haha.

and i was telling kwong about all my very wierd dreams. usually they tend to be two or more different thoughts intertwined together, perhaps what i'd been thinking about just before the doze.

the quirkiest example was of my family driving around in the countryside in a rented saloon (presumably a holiday). the most vivid image i can picture is of dad driving the car up a 90 degree cliff, me saying "i don't think the car is meant to handle such terrain"

and he says

"don't worry, everything is going to be just fine..."

and mom and dad have a good laugh, while the car reaches the peak of the cliff, and plunges into another ravine below. and we continue driving through it all.

and so i told them i sometimes look forward to having a good laugh about my dreams.


i'd had a look at the discover magazine article on space rockets a few days ago. guess you can see where i got the inspiration for the dream above.

and for some reason i'm now thinking of harry potter twisting and turning in his dorm bed, having a nightmare about visiting some mysterious door in the ministy of magic.

sure, the mind's is a special, amazing, wonderous,
queer, stupefying, creepy, wierd,

(huh?)

totally random

piece of machinery.

it would certainly make things a lot easier if we could remember every little thing.

and now i'm reminded of my dad mixing up cheese cake, chocolate cake and tiramisu.


hmm.

let me now try something totally and spontaneously profound.

dreams are made of fact and fiction,

truth and falsehoods,

inspiration and muddles,

dreams are sudden and gradual,

fast and slow,

silly and smart,

dreams are climaxes and lulls,

full of colour and black and white,
loud and soft,

all mixed up together in different varying proportions.

all in all,
difficult to describe.

don't you dare mess with your dreams, boy.

Strummed at 10:07 AM (x)